Your True Colors Shining Through

I guess at some point it was possible to think that Dick Cheney only ‘lied’ about things that his paranoid fantasies convinced him were true. Or that he only ‘lied’ about things that the higher Orwellian calling of the state convinced him needed to be lied about. But, alas, in cases like this, you see the guy is just a textbook example of what my beloved father used to call a real bulls**t artist.

Which is to say, that the guy just can’t open his mouth without lying.

I’ve never been under the illusion, as a lot of people are, that there was a pre-late-1990s ‘good’ or at least sane Dick Cheney who was later replaced by the Strangelovian figure of the Bush era. But I do wonder whether he was always this whacked.

Late Update: Since I leaned so far forward in this post, I wanted to be sure to note for the record that the latest news is that Cheney didapparently petition the National Archives at the end of last month to declassify certain documents. Luckily for me, Cheney’s record as a demonstrable serial liar is firm enough that I don’t think any general retraction is in order. In that sense, he could be the namesake of that other Wyoming standby, Old Faithful.